"Did I preach...?" Yorda asked absentmindedly as her pale, unflinching gaze followed Kylo's to the busy flow of Kedan. She was very still as she watched them - so much so that one might easily mistake her for a statue if the wind didn't flutter her thin, gray hair and white dress. Her attention was only half on the crowd, the rest was thinking over their prior conversation. Even in person, Kylo seemed like something volatile, akin to the explosives in the castle. Yorda wasn't afraid, but she was cautious by default.

Eventually she moved again, sitting down a little ways from the Knight of Ren, and turned her inhuman stare to him.

"I came to listen and to see," she said as if this explained anything. Yorda drew her knees up to her chest and rested her chin in the small dip between them.

"There is so much I do not know. Are you watching them to learn as well?"